Pot-pourri fragrance


Without warning

You happened to me.

Or perhaps I hadn’t noticed

Each time you dropped by.


Too busy stubbing out the ashes

Of an increasingly withering old flame

Where a blazing hot fire once burned.


So you sneaked in silently

And traced the shadows of my face

Until I heard the quiet echoes of your voice.


Each day I found a new flower in bloom

Wistfully fragranced to steal away my breath,

Delicate petals of words and wisdom buds.


This handsome, colorful bouquet,

Rose-scented aromatherapy for my soul,

Unlocked the harnesses of my mind.


The mind has a closely guarded door.

He who unlocks it must surely know;

It’s a control room to open all doors.